Song Lan'er felt embarrassed by Duan Yanran's words, teasing her, as she was a thin-skinned person.
"Sister-in-law, I'll be proud," Song Lan'er said bashfully.
"Still embarrassed!" Duan Yanran said, making the last dish, "You are the palace master, who dares to provoke you?"
"Your talent is something even I can't match."
This was Duan Yanran's heartfelt admission; Song Lan'er was indeed exceptional, with extremely strong talent.
This was something she had to acknowledge, which was unavoidable.
Song Lan'er was also a beauty, a favored daughter of heaven.
In the future, many will pursue her.
Song Lan'er blushed completely, feeling very embarrassed, and finally chose to remain silent.
Ling Tianyu washed his hands, sat down, and the last dish was completed; a sumptuous dinner was ready.
"Try it," Duan Yanran suggested to Song Lan'er, indicating that her cooking skills might not have regressed.
